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“Back in her childhood she used to have holy feelings, knifelike flashes that laid the earth open like a blue watermelon, when the sun came down to her like an elevator she was sure she could step inside and be lifted up, up, past all bad luck, past every skipped thirteenth floor in every building human beings had ever built. She would have these holy days and walk home from school and think, After this I will be able to be nice to my mother, but she never ever was. After this I will be able to talk only about what matters, life and death and what comes after, but she still went on about the weather.”
― Patricia Lockwood, No One Is Talking About This

“With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moments, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“What do we call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia mixed into a deja vu mixed into an epiphany!”
― Avijeet Das

“This is the homely heart of Incarnation, this meeting of God in man with men and women, this simple face of divine graciousness in ordinary life rather than in the hymns of church fathers or in the dry elaborations of theologians.”
― Eugene Kennedy, The Joy of Being Human: Reflections for Every Day of the Year

“Though I knew that this tangle consisting by turns of Mama and Jan or Matzerath and Mama �� sighing, straining, then moaning in exhaustion, falling apart, trailing sticky threads �� meant love, Oskar still couldn't believe that love was love, and moved by love sought other loves, yet always returned to that same tangle-love, hated that love till he'd practised that love himself and was forced to defend it in his own eyes as the only true and possible love.”
― Günter Grass, The Tin Drum

“And for one infinitesimally brief moment, the universe peels open, and I can see everything—how physics and velocity and time intersects with the idea of a heaven above, how meta co-exist with the fundamental truth of their non-existence, how the sun can be a star can be a ball of dung rolled across the galaxy by a gargantuan beetle. Suddenly, it is all so clear.”
― Cassandra Khaw, Food of the Gods

“Sometimes the meaning in life hits you like a meteorite.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. He strode down the hill amid the tumult of suddenrisen vapours of wounded pride and fallen hope and baffled desire. They streamed upwards before his anguished eyes in dense and maddening fumes and passed away above him till at last the air was clear and cold again. A film still veiled his eyes but they burned no longer. A power, akin to that which had often made anger or resentment fall from him, brought his steps to rest. He stood still and gazed up at the sombre porch of the morgue and from that to the dark cobbled laneway at its side.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“To be human is nothing less than to be caught in the great congested pilgrimage of existence and to join ourselves freely to it in the face of the evidence of its never-ending troubles.”
― Eugene Kennedy, The Joy of Being Human: Reflections for Every Day of the Year

“It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,

It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.

It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,

It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.

I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,

I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.

I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,

I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.”
― Zubair Ahsan

“But he saw now that he must remain alone, a "Liberal," scorned by all the noisier prophets for refusing to be a willing cat for the busy monkeys of either side. But at worst, the Liberals, the Tolerant, might in the long run preserve some of the arts of civilization, no matter which brand of tyranny should finally dominate the world.”
― Sinclair Lewis, It Can't Happen Here

“It was as if I finally understood what being present meant. I had heard it so many times in yoga classes but I had never experienced it. It was like a protective film that someone had forgotten to take off was peeled back from my brain, and I could finally see things clearly. How I wasn't truly stuck.”
― Jennifer Pastiloff, On Being Human: A Memoir of Waking Up, Living Real, and Listening Hard

“The ideas, ideals, ideologies that we hold are learned, taught or sometimes indoctrinated. Some are temporary ....some linger indefinitely. Some are found along our path; adopted through desire, desperation, nativity, through hurt, epiphany or realised under a tree. But do not hate the person ....instead shift through loving action and transform our deeds.”
― Rasheed Ogunlaru

“You are an epiphany.”
― Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“Those times in life when a mask falls away and everything makes sense, even if just for a moment, you pay attention. Sometimes they involve an actual blindfold.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“Why shall I speak of the damage of love?
When it rejuvenates me just as much

In love, people happen to say too much,
But for me, words do not work as my crutch

I reminisce the time I fell in love,
As my remaining days go passing by

I’ve realised the only love I now feel
The unrequited, as the end draws nigh

But what was so unusual about you?
An epiphany unveiled at one sunrise:

In darkness ere, I had craved for light
Yet stars were situated in your eyes

It was in the moment I gazed upon
A face fashioned by the hands of nature

There isn’t much left to my regret now,
As lost moments cannot be recaptured”
― Zubair Ahsan

“I waited for my face to warp and alter in the glass but it didn’t change. It had finally settled on a look and, after months of doubt and confusion, I suddenly recognized myself so well. I was my father’s son. The violent man I thought I was pretending to be.”
― Joseph Knox, The Smiling Man

“يُحتمل.. يُحتمل ان آدم لم يُطرَد من الجنة ، وحوَّاء داست بقبقابها على رأس الثعبان.”
― سركون بولص, عظمة أخرى لكلب القبيلة

“All at once I felt myself haunted by a terrible vision, of a world without guidance: a land of emptiness, where all was ruled by the madness of chance. How could one endure such a place, where all significance was lost? I myself would mean nothing, but would merely be a kind of self-invention: a speck upon the wind, calling itself Wilson. I felt my spirit waver, as if it were toppling into the abyss before me.”
― Matthew Kneale, English Passengers

“There are moments when everything shifts, when the world becomes eerily like the kaleidoscope toy given to children, where with the turn of a cheap plastic knob everything changes, becomes different. Fiona looked at the man in front of her and the calm of downtown Portsmouth disappeared; the colors changed; the air smelled different. Everything flew upward, scattered, and landed again.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“It was a hideous discovery for the stranger to make—that a man at the end of his days was capable of inflicting pain as the rawest, loudest youth. With so little time left, the stranger added one more item to his long, long list of regrets.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction

“I turned to you
on the fourth of July
and the sky was quiet.
I see the flags waving
but I promise you,
the breeze is a trick.”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Swan Wreck

“Every life led to a series of quiet epiphanies - or at least to opportunities for epiphanies - and Chyna was washed by a poignant new grief when she thought about this grim aspect of the Templeton family's interrupted journeys. The kindnesses they might have done for others. The love they might have given. The things they might have come to understand in their hearts.”
― Dean Koontz, Intensity

“Twelfth Night, or the eve of Epiphany, marked the coming of the magi. This year, instead of the usual masquerade ball, costumes, and revelry, the Brockwells'Twelfth Night party became more of a celebration of not one but two engagements:”
― Julie Klassen, The Bride of Ivy Green

“The prayers focus on preparing for Christ’s coming at Christmas, His Infancy, and the Epiphany.”
― Marie Noël, Catholic Christmas Prayers

“Life is the most boring epiphany.”
― Deyth Banger

“Be that as it may you have an epiphany of the Unknown, who wants to be known.”
― Syed Sharukh

“Shouldn't respect have to be earned?”
― Badani, Sejal

“It was said that only in the second before death that you had a life defining moment of clarity. It was ironic and so very telling that his last vision, his last hope wasn't of a beautiful queen with long blonde hair and a neck dripping in jewels. It was of a wicked grin, and a cute smile, and the black curls that felt so good running through his fingers, and the full lips that felt even better”
― Victoria Sue, The Twelfth Knight

“It was as if everything slowed down, and I really took a hard look at where my life was. I thought this was everything I wanted. I thought this would keep my empty tank filled up with joy. But in that moment, the only thought in my head was Is this it? Is this all I have to look forward to for my life?”
― Lecrae Moore, I Am Restored: How I Lost My Religion but Found My Faith